Not over rotted wood and smashed glass, but the stories lost with them.
[ Viktor rests his palm over the ground and, tentative, cautious, focuses on the earth until the make of it comes into focus. Not a tangle, but orderly lines of muted gold - the earth, the stone - interwoven with bursts of gleaming chaos, colorful little anomalies that, once upon a time, would have been the cause of a fearsome headache. Now, with the beginnings of understanding, with the skill to focus, they simply glint, lovely, and Viktor can begin to understand exactly why Aepymetes was so desperately in love with his weave. ]
And you. To lose that which you'd so carefully collected. [ A pause, his head lists to get another view of the threads beneath him. ] Gravel, I think I can manage. 'Tis quite saturated with Light, here, still. [ He tips a grin in Emet-Selch's direction. ] Do you mind sh-shiny grapes?
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[ Viktor rests his palm over the ground and, tentative, cautious, focuses on the earth until the make of it comes into focus. Not a tangle, but orderly lines of muted gold - the earth, the stone - interwoven with bursts of gleaming chaos, colorful little anomalies that, once upon a time, would have been the cause of a fearsome headache. Now, with the beginnings of understanding, with the skill to focus, they simply glint, lovely, and Viktor can begin to understand exactly why Aepymetes was so desperately in love with his weave. ]
And you. To lose that which you'd so carefully collected. [ A pause, his head lists to get another view of the threads beneath him. ] Gravel, I think I can manage. 'Tis quite saturated with Light, here, still. [ He tips a grin in Emet-Selch's direction. ] Do you mind sh-shiny grapes?